Shad:Wild Lyrics

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Yo, I ain't no hard hustlin muscle man thug on the curbThe only time I use a bullet is on Microsoft WordSlick talk you could say I got grease on my speechFrom years of rhymin' with a fried chicken piece in my teethBut now I'm more self sufficient the food in my shelves and kitchen give my cells nutrition the help with my health conditionsWhile I never been too stable cerebrally radio frequency rappers still ain't able to equal mePlus I link with (???) 'cause the phatter the beats, the words I'm battlin' peeps while I'm scattering speech like jabs to your cheeks shattering teeth drop the dagger in deep rattlin jeeps with bass levels that no ladder can reachShad be that freak with them 5 mic classicsStill rappin' on the street and sellin' tapes out his jacketNo lights in action in the places I bust a flowThe only rap videos I make are instructionalTrust the full power my verse packs and closed the kitchen I worked at when they heard how I serve cats

(So are you wild?)Like girls gone with them Mardi Gras pearls on(But Canada can't bring it)I'm here to prove the world wrongThe real deal, I'm just tryin' to keep my wheels steelI work fightin' in a box office like Kill BillI'm chill live freestylin' to jams, the crowds flip 'cause my rhyme style's wilder than VansAnd my DJ's nice on the tables like coastersWere tryin' to see all the honey's wavin' our postersCause yo, they don't dig it, I ain't tryin' to be hyped out with a mic I'm cold lighting the Brian McKnight, rappin's doneForget the verbal wrecks, I'm singin' back at one in purple max turtle necks and khakis, sonNo shame, burn slow brains like propane, it's just Shad no add-ons or code namesLike cocaine when I do lines, the new rhymes is dopeI do the thing wild like my name is Tone-LocMore wild than the west was when Kool Moe Dee an OG bringin' the sickest drama since The OC

In a crazy world meanin' I'm saneIn a break from all this nonsense they're feedin' your brainWhile Nas and Janet halftimes (?) when this cat signsI'll own the masters like Tiger and get green like a back nineAnd I don't make the cash mine and that's fineI'd rather live with these ups and downs than flat-lineStill, my jams rock the body like kidney stones,When I pass through, I got more soul than Shaq's shoeI be receivin' more paper than a fax doFor inspiration I draw on people like a tattoo artist,Regardless of the hardships we face,The world ain't so cold when your heart is embracedSo grace is the home where I rest in pieces of dead skin on my couchSpeaking with brethren and spittin' punch line with that stupid smileThat go your crew sayin' "Ha!" like JuvenileIf I'm on your radio then don't you move the dialJust snap your neck to the music like you knew it's wild.